Our Dear Aunt Debbie of Florida, God-Mother of our artist son, sent along these photos from her neck of the woods. Wilma was bad. Very bad.
The pile at the end of our street keeps getting bigger. Your can see a home marked for demolition still stands (sort of) in the middle of it. Two good friends of mine, Terri and Lorraine, live right across from this eye sore. Must be depressing. Both of their places can be repaired at least!
This is true blight. This is "need" personified.
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Our Dear Aunt Debbie of Florida, God-Mother of our artist son, sent along these photos from her neck of the woods. Wilma was bad. Very bad. 
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